‘Twas the night before Christmas, and I, home alone.Sat typing texts on my outdated phone.After sending the last, I folded it closed.Then laid my head down for a holiday doze.As I lay sleeping, a sound in the distance.I rushed to the door to offer assistance.I looked all around me, and there in the snow.A neatly wrapped box with a ribbon and bow.I lifted the box and shook it with care.Examined the label and read what was there.“To Stephen, From Santa” was all that it said.A wash of confusion, a scratch of my head.It was then that I heard a voice from behind.I whirled around quickly and who did I find?A large, bearded man, I felt so perplexed.Said the red-suited man, “How’s your new Moto X?”

I stared without speaking, with slack in my jaw.Was I really here speaking with the Santa Claus?“I love it so much! My mind is now blown!”“But what have I done to deserve such a phone?”“Well,” Santa said. “Here’s what I know.”“You’ve made the ‘nice list’ 30 years in a row.”“And though a good man, one fact, sad but true.”“You’ve had the same phone since two-thousand-and-two!”

I blushed when I heard these words that he spoke.For years now I’d been the butt of phone jokes.Friends, family and strangers, their merciless taunts.Now I had the smartphone that they all would want.I turned to depart, but was stopped in my tracks.“But first, a favor,” is what Santa asked.“Of course!” I replied. “Just say the word.”He pointed to X and here’s what I heard. “That phone in your hand is my own device.”“Which I give to you merrily, without thinking twice.”“But the evening is young and I’ve much to do.”“So please, would you help, and ride with me, too?”That’s when I got it—he needed this phone.To zip all around and bring joy to all homes.With this I leapt up, as if by reflex.“Let’s make Christmas happen with my Moto X!”I mapped our long journey and spoke texts with the elves.Took brilliant photos and selfied ourselves.Updated Facebook to fill the news feed.All of this running at lightning-fast speeds.Moto Voice, Actions, Display, and Assist.We worked through the night until nothing was missed.I called out below toward the end of our flight.“Moto Xmas to all, and to all, a good night!”